We have a bequest of stories, tales from the old storytellers, some of whose names we
know, but some not. The storytellers go back and back, to a clearing in the forest where
a great fire burns, and the old shamans dance and sing, for our heritage of stories began in fire, magic, the spirit world. And that is where it is held, today.
Ask any modern storyteller and they will say there is always a moment when they are
touched with fire, with what we like to call inspiration, and this goes back and back to
the beginning of our race, to fire and ice and the great winds that shaped us and our world.
The storyteller is deep inside everyone of us. The story-maker is always with us. Let us
suppose our world is attacked by war, by the horrors that we all of us easily imagine. Let
us suppose floods wash through our cities, the seas rise... but the storyteller will be there, for it is our imaginations which shape us, keep us, create us - for good and for ill. It is our stories that will recreate us, when we are torn, hurt, even destroyed. It is the storyteller, the dream-maker, the myth-maker, that is our phoenix, that represents us at our best, and at our most creative.